You show up at this rich family’s mansion as the new gardener, thinking you’ll be trimming bushes and pretending you know the names of flowers. Instead, the game pretty quickly makes it clear that the real “landscaping” is happening in the bedrooms, on the balcony, up against doors, wherever there’s a flat surface and no witnesses. The whole thing plays like a horny soap opera someone wrote while staring at a maid outfit too long. You wander around this big estate, talk to people, choose your answers, and every “innocent” chore has a way of turning into sex. Pull weeds, get a blowjob. Carry boxes, end up with your cock between soft tits. Water the roses, suddenly the mistress is pressing you against the window and asking if you’re loyal to her or to her husband who you never even see. It feels less like a job and more like you accidentally signed a contract to become the walking stress relief toy of bored upper class weirdos.

The mistress is the first one who really hits you like a truck. She has that calm, perfect-lady vibe at breakfast, then five minutes later she is on her knees in the study, drool on your shaft, mascara smearing while she tries to swallow everything and doesn’t care if she makes a mess on her dress. There is a lot of that actually. Ahegao faces that are a bit too much sometimes, with eyes rolling back and tongue out while her throat is full and she still somehow moans a whole sentence. The game loves face-fucking shots where you see her choking, tears coming out, then she looks up like she’s proud of taking it. There are a bunch of cum-eating closeups too, with her licking it off her lips or deliberately gulping, and you can practically hear the “gulp” sound in your head even when you mute the browser because something autoplayed on another tab and pissed you off. And nearly every time you think “ok that’s the peak”, suddenly she pushes your dick between her tits, squeezes them together and makes you focus on how they move, how she strokes the underside with her tongue, like she’s worshipping your cock way more than her supposedly expensive jewelry.

The maid is the one that sneaks up on you though. At first she plays this proper servant role, all polite bows and “yes sir” stuff, and you almost ignore her because you’re too busy staring at milf hips walking down the hallway. Then the game flips it and reveals she has this naughty streak and a secret that actually made me pause for a second. Not because it’s deep, nothing here is deep except throats, but because you realize she’s spying, listening, maybe even setting up situations. There is this moment in the laundry area where she pretends to bump into you and blush, then ten lines later she’s guiding your hand under her uniform and she’s already dripping. The uniform scenes are some of the best ones. Pulling her panties to the side, lifting the skirt but keeping the top neatly buttoned, like she’s half at work, half on her knees for you. At one point she ends up tongue to tongue with the mistress around your cock and it turns into this messy little yuri moment where they are kissing each other with your cum in their mouths, and it feels trashy in a very honest way. And then the game just casually drops the adopted stepsister on you like, “oh yeah, there is also a hot girl your age wandering around the mansion in shorts that are too small.” She starts out kind of playful and bratty, then there’s this scene on her bed where you’re “comforting” her, she gets closer, her hand drifts, and soon she’s grinding on you like she forgot you’re supposed to be family. The routes bleed into each other, so you can cheat on everyone with everyone, and the story pretends to be romantic while you’re basically plowing through the whole household. It’s messy, a bit wrong, occasionally sweet in a dumb way, and honestly that fits the tone. This mansion doesn’t feel like a place for love. It feels like a place where nobody gets what they need from the people they’re supposed to, so they end up on your lap instead.

Zombie porn and base micromanagement are apparently my new comfort food, because I opened this thing “just to check it” and suddenly my coffee was cold and everyone in my camp either wanted to fuck me, punch me, or both. You run this little search & rescue squad called the Angels, which sounds holy, but it’s basically a harem wrapped in barbed wire. One second you juggle ammo counts and scavenging routes, next second you’re deciding if the shy medic gets praise for patching you up or a collar for talking back. And the game really pushes that choice. Every time you click through events you’re stuck between “earn her trust, be the good guy” and “nah, break her in”. It’s not subtle. You watch their stats crawl up, corruption and obedience sneaking higher, and then suddenly a girl who refused to kiss you on day one is choking on your cock in the war room and thanking you for the honor. Or crying a bit while doing it, depending how much of an asshole you decided to be that run.

What I liked is how sex scenes feel like a payoff for how you play, not just random gallery junk. You walk in on one of the Angels masturbating in the shower after a brutal mission you sent her on, still shaking from adrenaline, and your choices in earlier dialogues decide if she slams the door in your face, invites you in and rides you until her legs give out, or ends up on her knees giving this messy, desperate blowjob because she “needs to feel alive”. Another time I had the tough-as-nails sniper, the one who never smiles, get caught sneaking into my room at night. I’d been pushing her obedience hard, going full controlling asshole. Instead of a shy confession scene, it turned into her standing at parade rest, naked, collar on, asking permission to present her tits. Next click and she’s on the table, legs spread, me breeding her raw while she stares straight ahead, trying to pretend she’s not moaning every time I push in. Then later, out on a scavenging run, she’s casually gunning down zombies with dried cum still streaked on her thigh like it’s just part of her gear, and nobody comments on it. Little things like that made me grin like an idiot. And yeah, some dialogue is clunky, some “hard choices” are actually just “do you want her to worship your cock now or ten minutes later”, and combat sometimes feels like an afterthought that exists mostly so you can justify why every woman in the camp is exhausted, sweaty, and ready to be used. But whatever. I still ended up scheduling night missions just to get my favorite Angel back in time for a chained-up titfuck in the command tent, with groaning zombies outside the fence while she begs me to fill her pussy again because “there might not be a tomorrow”.

College should be about boring lectures and shitty coffee, but in this game it’s just sex, trouble, and that slow brain rot you get from scrolling horny memes instead of studying. You play as Will, trying to act like a decent boyfriend while your girl April walks around campus dressed like a wet dream with legs. She’s got that “good girl who knows exactly what she’s doing” vibe, smiling sweet, bending over too far, licking her lips when she knows you’re watching. Everyone looks. Some pretend not to. Some don’t even bother. And you just sit there thinking, yeah, I’d die for her, but I’d also kill the guy who keeps staring at her tits during class. Then you see the same guy in her DMs later and your stomach just drops in that very specific netorare way.

What got me hooked wasn’t even the orcs and elves at first. It was all the small human shit. April sends you a pic that’s “just for you,” tongue out, eyes rolled, drool on her chin, full ahegao like she’s already been fucked stupid, and you notice in the corner there’s a tiny reflection, like a shadow of someone else there. Or that party scene where she’s grinding on you on the dancefloor, her ass pressed into your crotch, and out of nowhere some tall orc bastard slides his hand down her hip. The game lets it hang for a second too long. Her eyes meet yours, and you feel that mix of jealousy and pure arousal punching you in the gut. She doesn’t pull away fast. That tiny pause is where this thing lives. You’re half hard, half sick, and the AI art smiles like it knows what it’s doing. The interracial stuff doesn’t show up as some big speech, it’s just in the way an elf girl casually runs her tongue along April’s neck in the bathroom stall, or the way a minotaur bartender looks at your girl like she’s already on his cock and you can’t do shit about it. Vaginal, oral, tits bouncing, spit dripping down chins, cum painting those big curves, and then she still calls you “babe” like nothing happened. Feels bad. Feels amazing. Both.

It’s a kinetic story, so you mostly watch, and somehow that makes it worse. No choices to save her, no reload to “fix” a scene. You just sit and take it while April slowly tests every line, from teasing selfies she “accidentally” posts where half her nipple shows, to “harmless” flirting with some rich guy promising to help with tuition if she keeps him entertained. At one point she’s kneeling between a stranger’s legs while still wearing the necklace you gave her, cheeks hollowing as she takes him deeper, eyes glossy, and you know she’s cheating even if the story never shouts the word. The exhibition stuff hits hard too: bathroom mirror pics with her panties already around her knees, blowjob under a library table while people walk past, her riding someone on a couch at a house party with the door wide open and her tongue out like a pornstar. The 2D art goes from kinda cute to absolutely filthy in seconds, and sometimes the AI details glitch a bit, like a finger looking weird, and it annoyed me so much I forgot what I was saying, but then the camera angle drops low between her thighs and that clean, wet slit fills the screen and I’m just staring. The whole thing feels like scrolling through some cursed folder you shouldn’t have found on your own phone. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Millie's got that thicc demon energy that hits different when you're supposedly dead but somehow hornier than ever. This Helluva Boss parody throws you into Hell's most dysfunctional assassination company where the mystery of your own demise takes backseat to getting spanked by cartoon demon girls with impossibly round asses. The whole "solve your death" plotline? Yeah, that gets real fuzzy when Mildred's bent over showing off assets that defy both physics and good taste.

What starts as detective work quickly devolves into pure horniness wrapped in familiar red-skinned characters doing things Vivienne Medrano definitely didn't approve for cable. The paranormal elements feel more like convenient excuses to get freaky with monster girls who somehow make being dead seem like the best career move you never made. Male protagonist stumbles through Hell like he's got permanent brain fog, which honestly tracks when every demon chick is packing heat in all the right places. The cheating mechanics add this weird guilt layer that shouldn't work but absolutely does - nothing says "I'm investigating my mysterious death" quite like raw-dogging your way through the entire I.M.P. roster.

The spanking scenes hit with that cartoon physics energy where asses jiggle like they're made of premium jello, and honestly? The 2D art style works better for this kind of degenerate content than any realistic approach could. Helluva Game knows exactly what it is - shameless fan service disguised as mystery solving, where the real mystery becomes how many demon girls you can corrupt before remembering you're supposed to be dead. The parody elements nail that irreverent Helluva Boss humor while cranking the sexual tension to levels that would make Blitzo blush. Sure, the plot about your death exists somewhere in there, but good luck caring when Millie's teaching you new definitions of "workplace harassment."